Illusions

muse a is fresh out of prison, solitary confinement to be exact, and hasn’t truly seen the light of day for at least a couple of years. they’re adjusting to the real world; they barely speak anymore, and they haven’t experienced gentle human contact in what seems like forever. insert muse b, their new neighbor

as soon as her neighbor’s door opens, bo holds up a tray of beautifully decorated cupcakes for them. “i made a bet hoping you wouldn’t be allergic to any of the ingredients in these. i made it simple, just regular vanilla cupcakes.” she gives the tray a little wiggle as she continues. “welcome to the building! i hope we can get along nicely, the last person who lived here was so mean and made life pretty miserable. they would always complain about the smells coming from my apartment. said something about the sweetness of it all gave them a headache.” 

the mention of her lipstick causes her hand to react, she reaches to touch her lips, but quickly catches herself and  tries her best to collect everything back together. quick, what’s something she could say that could steer the attention away from her cheeks? “well…just think about how nice the lipstick would look all around your dick…” her voice is so hushed, thankfully she’s getting herself back together and is able to make eye contact with him. even her little smirk is starting to tug at the corner of her pouty lips. the same hand that had reached for her lips was now rubbing at one of her reddened cheeks, trying to calm the heat down with her cold fingers. “you may have caught me off guard…just this once,  but don’t think i won’t push back.” she looks around the room for a moment, suddenly spotting a few of the older ladies eyes on the two of them. she’s positive they are cooking up some sort of juicy gossip about her. “so what was it you wanted to do again?” her gaze turns up to him, laila wonders if this is all just simply going to be more teasing on his end or would she finally get to play? she’s very confident it’s going to be the latter part of her question. 

maleah: right at this very second you needed to????

maleah: i know, i think i'd just rather have told you face to face. you know how i am.

maleah: but i mean i feel the same way. always have.

maleah: i just always had this stupid fear that if i said anything it might screw everything up between us. i also didn't think you felt the same way.

maleah: i guess assuming really does make me look like an ass lol.

lennox: ...you feel the same way...guess i really messed up, huh?

lennox: i dont think i would have said it through text if i thought you were going to say that.

maleah: i get that. i've done the same thing too.

maleah: but why now? what suddenly spurred you to let it out?

maleah: and just how long have you been holding onto this?

lennox: i dont know because i just needed to?

lennox: awhile

maleah: yeah for me it is

maleah: no, i just want to make sure you're alright

maleah: it's not really like you to do something like this over text, you know?

lennox: sometimes you just have to get the thought out there before you can stop yourself i guess.

maleah: well thanks for catching me off guard with that text.

maleah: ...

maleah: are you drunk right now?

lennox: ...is it really that much of a surprise

They had both met on the rooftop a few times now. Always chatting about the most random things they could think up, but never really touching on the topic of personal things going on in their life, which Casper was perfectly fine with. As he passes the joint over to them, he lets out a small chuckle. “You know what I just realized? We’ve met—what, three times now? Right? Three times and I still don’t know what your name is.” 

“They’ll kill you if you keep pushing their buttons. Is that what you want? Do you really want to meet death that badly? Because if so… I can just put a bullet in your head right now and get this over with.”